A sketchbook makes a way better therapist than most people ever will. And it’s free.
Sketchbooks have grown to be my safe space—a judgment-free zone where perfection is unnecessary. In a world that demands polished outcomes, my sketchbook remains the one place where raw, unfiltered creativity gets to breathe. I can make something ugly, awkward, or totally unfinished — and still call it a win; a new page in my sketchbook.
A Sanctuary for Imperfection
The internet makes art feel high pressure sometimes. You might start to believe every drawing needs a big reveal with a clean caption, and a purpose. But a sketchbook is where I’m free to make ugly marks, half-formed thoughts and abandon ideas —without apology. I’ve got pages full of wonky mandalas, scribbled Bible verses, and sometimes shopping lists. It’s a mix of life drawings, lettering, notes, gratitude lists, patterns, quotes, overheard conversations, and experiments with tools and colors. Not one of those things will ever be “Instagram-worthy,” and I don’t care. None of it is “content.” All of it is healing.
A Mirror for the Mind
I used to think sketchbooks were just for honing skills or practicing technique. Now I see them as visual diaries—a way to slow down and listen to my subconscious.
Flipping through old pages, I notice patterns: repeated motifs, or playful patterns, and sometimes self portraits, . The hindsight is startling. My sketchbook knows me better than I do. There’s a kind of insight that only shows up in hindsight.
Sketchbook Therapy and A Witness to My Life
Some sketchbooks have outlasted friendships, jobs, and phases of life. They’ve held my grief, my hope, experiments, and quiet prayers. They’re time capsules of growth—proof that even the messiest chapters mattered.
Creativity as Sketchbook Therapy
Sketchbooks aren’t just for art. They’re for play, or notes, or testing and creative self care. There’s something sacred about pouring thoughts onto paper without an agenda. It’s not always about making art; it’s about making space for yourself. Because sometimes the art isn’t just on the page. It’s in who you’re becoming while you fill it.
Prescription: 10 Minutes of “Bad” Art
If you’re feeling stuck, grab a sketchbook. Doodle badly. Write messy. Let it be pointless. The magic isn’t in what you create—it’s in what you uncover along the way.
- Open to a blank page.
- Set a timer for 10 minutes.
- Make marks, not “art.” (Scribble. Smudge. Write one angry word.)
Art + Paper = Healing
In a world where healing often comes with a price tag, a sketchbook offers something rare: free therapy with no appointment needed. No rules. No pressure. Just a safe place to unload your thoughts, scribble out your stress, and reconnect with yourself—one messy page at a time.
You don’t need to be an artist. You just need to be willing—to show up, to play, to feel, to release. Whether it’s through chaotic doodles, looping words, or color, your sketchbook is listening.
Supplies Used to Make This Drawing:
The artwork in this post was made with gouache, a pilot V-ball extra fine pen in blue and black, watercolor, water based markers and God given gifts of seeing things that others don’t.
- A gift of an intense love of colors, combinations of colors, and patterns.
- A gift of hypersensitivity to sounds, textures, and light levels.
- A gift of seeing clearly slight differences in color and tone and also feeling vibrations and tones in others.
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